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"I kinda got that," she agreed with a lopsided smile. "I still want to see what this would be like."
"What what would be like?"
"Well, for starters," she said with a suddenly wicked little smile, pulling my arms behind her back before releasing my hands, running hers up my stomach and chest, the muscles underneath tensing in response. "Making out in this very not private glass room," she told me before going up on her tiptoes and sealing her lips over mine.
There was no such thing as control as my hands sank into her hips, using them to turn her as I moved out from behind her, slamming her back against the glass, deepening the kiss, my lips bruising into hers, my teeth snagging and pulling her lower lip until she made a moan that was both turned on and pained at the same time.
Below, I was vaguely aware of a bike rumbling to life, making me conscious of the fact that anyone looking up could see us going at it.
I pulled her flush to me as I moved back and down, lowering myself flat on the floor, her body moving to straddle mine.
My eyes opened to find her smiling down at me, maybe a little triumphant. And why shouldn't she be? She got what she came for, didn't she?
My hands couldn't seem to stay planted safely at her hips as they snaked up under the hem of her silky chemise, my fingers brushing over the super soft skin of her belly, feeling the subtle lines of her ribs, then pausing for the barest of seconds, looking for any sign of hesitance in her.
But all I got was her eyes intense on mine, her thighs tightening on the sides of my hips as she resisted the urge to grind down against me.
If she wanted more, well, I could give her more, right?
My fingers brushed the soft, sensitive undersides of her breasts, feeling a shiver course through her in anticipation before my palms closed fully over the swells, her hardened nipples pressing into my hands, begging for my thumbs to move out and circle them.
A low, whimpering moan escaped her at the sensation, making my cock almost unbearably hard beneath her.
My thumbs and forefingers snagged her nipples, tweaking them until they hardened further.
As another shudder moved through her, one of my hands slid behind her back, putting pressure there until she had no choice but to lower down toward me.
I guided her up slightly, letting her plant her hands beside my head before reaching for the deep V of her shirt to drag it to the side, exposing one perfect swell with a light pink nipple just begging to be tortured all the more.
I pulled her closer until her breasts were over my face, leaning up, and closing my lips around one of her nipples, sucking it in hard, feeling her body jolt at the contact.
Wanting more, I jerked suddenly, dropping her beneath me, coming over her, and dragging her shirt up and off so I could continue the torment. Lips. Tongue. Teeth. Over and over until she was writhing, until her hands were fisted in the material of my shirt, pulling it so hard that it was getting too tight around my throat.
"Reeve, please," she pleaded, not for the first time.
"Please what?" I asked, lips trailing up the side of her throat, feeling her frantic pulse against my seeking tongue as her hips bucked up into mine.
Breathing coming out labored, she couldn't seem to find the words - or couldn't bring herself to say them - she reached for my hand, dragging it until I balanced down on one arm to free it for her, she pulled it down between us, pressing it between her thighs, letting out a moan and shudder at feeling me where she needed me most.
I let her hand slide away as my fingers dipped and found their spot, watching her as her back arched so much that only her shoulders stayed on the ground as she tried to bite into her lip to keep from letting out the moan we both knew she was feeling.
And, fuck.
This felt good.
My hands on a woman because I genuinely wanted them there, not just because I was going through the motions, imitating the man I knew I was supposed to be. Doing it because I wanted to hear her beg me for more, to come with my name on her lips.
Yeah, this shit... this was what life was about.
This private shit between two people.
This was what I forgot existed in the world.
This was something I had been needing without even realizing it.
Not sex.
Sex was easy.
Connection.
I leaned up as my thumb kept working her clit, sucking her nipple back into my mouth, needing more of this sensation moving through me, wanting to get fucking drunk off of it.
